sug you in the mouth.

the sug. from unkl. the reason i'm now completely enraptured in the world of vinyl. one look from his beady little eyes and i was in.

a green h60 sug and ulligus were my first big purchase, and now i have seven more. derek and jason got it right, as he is still one of my favorites. there have been 14 production sugs so far. [counting the diy] all of which you can see above.

A53: primer ed. 250?

B54: gunmetal ed. 250?

C55: camo ed. 250?

D56: red ed. 300

E57: black ed. 300

F58: search & rescue [orange] ed. 250

G59: urban recovery [yellow] ed. 40

defcon: 1 [green] ed. 50?

defcon: 2 [brown] ed. 250

defcon: 3 [purple] ed. 250

h60: green ed. 350

h60: blue ed. 150

dc x unkl [white:gid] ed. 450

diy [blank] ed. 20?

if any of these numbers is incorrect, please let me know.

there is very little compiled info about all the releases.

it's hard not to fall in love with one. which is why quite a few custom sugs have been released into the wild. i own one myself. these are a few lonely souls from around the world.

the dear earthling sugonaut

the first icelandic person in space. besides bjork.

staynice

booty booty booty booty rockin everywhere.

chromed [for real]

owned by jeromeoutland

the flight of the navigator still lives!

why do you wear that stupid bic man suit?

akira wakui

finally, a transformer i can get excited about.

lucky for you, sugs are still available. blue h60 plus ulligus. green h60 plus ulligus. defcon brown. defcon purple. it's your chance to own one of the legends. or create your own.

bear fury.

deep breath... angry woebots [aaron martin] is set to release his first original resin figure. and it looks kill-er. i seem to have a thing for bears, and his just have an incredible amount of fury and emotion. standing a healthy 8" or so and about the same forearm to forearm, he's one mean dude. brought to life by silent stage, his name is panda king. and i'm excited. there will only be about 60 pieces, hand-painted by the man himself, in their own wooden box with matching print.

a regal glare on the popeye workout program.

polar underneath, but panda through and through.

: : DISCLAIMER : :

the next image you are about to see did not come from aaron.

i created it in photoshop to get an idea of how his style might translate to the new shape. it may look completely different from this in final form, but i'm impatient. that being said...

how fucking cool is this?

you can't tease a new woebots piece without really showing the insanity of his previous work. a style that's instantly recognizable with an entire civilization of pandas from every corner of the emotional spectrum. he's got an amazing talent, and therefore, a rabid following.

two psychos that know how to throw their weight around.

plus brass knuckles? winner.

nipped from house of law.

we're gonna need two dysons to clean up all the flying fur.

larry. moe. and crazy.

ripped from the hands of wtfunks?

just your standard angry woebots mind-bogglingly awesome piece.

katana. a squad of snarling killers. AND dripping blood.

you starting to understand the pure distilled awesomeness?

the collection of sleepboy

possessed by the devil panda.

one of my favorite combos ever.

another lucky bastard, rasta.

bask in the glow of the golden god.

collected by contra808

you wouldn't like him when he's angry.

for you lucky few at designercon on saturday, you should at least be able to peek the sculpt. for all you other jealous bastards: do some pushups, communicate with your spirit animal [especially if it's a bear], fashion ninja weapons out of scrap metal... anything to keep your mind off of the fury you will feel if you miss this guy.

eyes. peeled.

follow angry woebots on flickr.

proto shots from vinyl pulse. all other unmarked shots from aaron.

deadly children.

when i was about 5 my dad started traveling to germany for work. almost every trip he would bring my sister and i some sort of playmobil set, which we loved. they were simple without being childish and they always had sweet accessories and vehicles. being an awesome 5-year old, i called them germany toys. now that i'm 5.5 times older, i might have to start calling them singaporean toys. all because of one man.

daniel yu has destroyed my playmobil world. he's created the most badass playmobilers on the planet. allow me to present the de plumes. nom, noir, and blanc. straight out of ashley wood's wwr, these guys are no joke. just a little epoxy sculpt is all it took to go from plastic civilian to killing machine. this is what my 5-year old self would've traded ALL my g.i.joes for, and that's a impressive.

trois de plume. too cool for two sleeves.

the eye of the liger. deadly.

you see the mask, you're already dead.

and other de plumes are no exception.

the triple coffin should've been the undertaker's finishing move.

dirty deeds done not cheap.

even in 6 pieces, they could still kill you before walked in the room.

killer shot by that old serpent

this film was found next to the bodies of 47 ninjas.

three inches of playmobil customizawesome. incredible sculpting ability and a killer sense of what's cool. thank you daniel yu. you fucking rock. these aren't the only incredible little guys that he's made. you can see all his others on his blog and flickr.

piles of munny.

clockwise: jesse smith – andrew bell – coolvader – angry woebots – deph – tim tsui – doktor a – kevin gosselin – kronk – amanda visell

you've already seen tristan eatons

if you happen to have a spare grand (or four!) lying around then you absolutely owe it to yourself to check out the superstar customs of munnyworld 2009. it's a mega munny paradise. they are only on sale for today. so cash in your 401k and pick up some 18" friends.

spend piles of munny at the kidrobot store

mind explosion.

BLAMO!

on sunday, blamo toys had their first custom show at million fishes gallery in san fran. billy was the dissectee. cut up, burned and painted in over 25 attempts to bring him to life. the collective of talent was top notch and the results speak for themselves. if you live in the wonderful city you have one more chance to see the show: friday the 13th. but bring cash as protection, they might actually spring to life and strip your bones trying to escape.

seven billys and two humans, all in the hold-in-a-fart pose.

brad isdrab

giant hands too clumsy to remove helmet.

work ok on feet though.

bazil

wind him up and watch the ass-kicking extravaganza.

hello brute

sears keeps about a 1000 pajama rabbits on hand

to harvest for the holiday season.

leighton kelly

this is what college party looks like in the movies.

much more fun and colorful than real life.

aleph

bear claw shoes are hardcore.

she might want to work on shaving her legs though...

brent nolasco

distended stomach, dilated eyes.

classic case of demonitis.

buzz parker

the forebear of the iron maiden was the splintery rabbit.

true story.

squidnik

evil trumps polka dots. always.

all of these fantastic shots are courtesy of drilone. he's got a full set of all the madness on flickr. which you have to go check out because i can't cover them all.

blamo custom show

the show goes on the road [ just like a real circus ] to designer con in pasadena on the 21st. all remaining billys will be sold on blamo toys. but if you have your eye on one, i would send them an email now so he doesn't escape.

the brilliant depths of hell.

he fell through the crust, coring his way deeper and deeper through layer after layer of rock and clay. then the caverns: momentary reprieves from the assault his damnation was delivering. over and over he was ripped apart and smashed back together until he breached the hollow core. he was almost relieved to be reaching the orange flames of hell. his fall continued through blue flames. then green. red followed yellow as he meteored into the sticky floor. wave after wave of flaming color consumed his body with pain of every kind. the pantone prison swirled around him, and in between blinding flashes of white,

he realized how beautiful it all was.

brent nolasco has created an absolutely breathtaking 20" dunny. incredible colors and just enough clay to demonize that face.

the stumpy tusks soften him nicely. i could stare at this all day.

images courtesy of just another art blog

he might also be hatching eggs out of his cheeks.

the king of carrot flowers is a mean bitch.

...which is a perfect time to bring up brent's first original figure, gordo. halloween released by myplasticheart in new york. don't get too excited though. he's already sold out. this blueberry gremlin is a trash digger. this is gordo's official story.

"Just off of Main Street, in every town, lives a foraging monster, named Gordo. You can find him standing over a box of leftovers, fishing out that last crumb, and licking the containers dry. His will to eat overcomes his need to stop, always chasing the next tasty snack. Backyards and garbage cans are his buffet. After a long day of gorging, he falls into a food coma, only to awake hungry and repeat the cycle. His stomach is a bottomless pit. Who knows what he will eat next."

made of resin and hand painted with dragon's tears.

gordo is an incredible little fucker.

great proportions and as always, a killer color combo.

all gordo shots from vinylpulse

monster law requires 2 years of military service for all forager class beasts.

gordo's mother and father.

mother of course, ate father.

a purple metal mullet?

rock. on.

i am a sucker for the blank army shot.

like terra cotta warriors from your toilet.

this makes my hand cramp just looking at it.

yes, that is brent himself.

brent is turning up the heat. i already loved his work, but this is getting ridiculous. hopefully the quick sell-out means the next little demon will be quickly nipping at gordo's heels.

as always, brent lives here.

pretty pictures here.

battle of the bonnie blue brits.

this is an evolution. a small epic. the story of a boy. a boy who deep down wasn't a boy at all. only 1s and 0s whizzed through his head.

an unthreatening facade, just a little rough around the edges, kept him safe. this boy who would be boss traveled. snow capped mountain majesties became his companions. he spoke to the animals,

but none spoke back. he was content as a solitary traveler.

a collector of information. a sentry unaware of the mission he was so perfectly executing.

must take a big needle to tattoo steel.

he didn't mean to squeeze jerry so hard. honest.

at least he doesn't talk as much now.

chugging away, forever with an appropriate halo of smoke.

then the day that everything changed. the boy heard a whirring inside that he had not heard before. he felt funny inside, started seeing changes to his body. tubes where there were no tubes. gears replicating gears. thicker smoke than ever before. and oil everywhere for all his new additions. a strong urge to destroy washed over him. using a couple of sturdy hedgehogs and some sulphuric acid, he shed his tattoos for something a little more streamlined. he was now the machine he always knew he might be. an armored bulldog of survival. there would not be much in the quickly approaching war that would catch him off guard...

stepped in moss. one eye rusted shut. and leaking oil.

it was a good party.

this thing come with a transmorgrifier?

sweet. let's turn hobbes into a rhino.

during the zombie wave of 1940, home cremation bots

became all the rage. large and ungainly,

but available in patterns to match your decor!

three more killer bots to add to the 3A customizing fun. the first bambaboss above was done by custard4gravy. a beautiful rusty landscape of skull-pecking birds. check out all of his fantastic work

on the flickrs and twitters.

the second and thirds were done by the always amazing cris rose.

you know where to find him. at one point, ash made a comment about bambaboss being the field general for all the squares. so the matching duo here fit together nicely.

i loved that the guys used the exact same palette for their brilliant bosses, so i gave them a connecting story. hope you two don't mind.

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hyyyklixxbaaaaa!

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...bitchin.